Good Times, Bad Times

16. In My Time of Dying

Season Two

The demon-possessed truck driver stepped out of his truck and walked over. John, Dean, Pedro and Susana were unconscious. Sam swallowed, barely awake. The demon pulled the driver's side door off its hinges and Sam pointed the Colt at him.

"Back," Sam demanded. "Or I'll kill you, I swear to God."

"You won't," the demon said. "You're saving the bullet for someone else."

Sam cocked the gun. "You wanna bet?"

The demon smiled before black smoke poured from the man, who collapsed. Sam uncocked the gun and dropped his head back in relief.

"Oh, my God!" the man cried.

"Dad?" Sam called.

"Did I do this?"

"Dad! Dean? Susie? Dean! Susie!"

The next morning, a rescue helicopter arrived on scene.

The four were being loaded onto stretchers. John, Dean and Susana were still unconscious, Sam and Pedro were awake.

One paramedic looked over Susana. "Significant passenger side intrusion. Unresponsive. BP is 180 over 60, heart rate 95."

"Tell me if they're okay!" Sam cried.

"You have to stay still!" a female paramedic told him.

"Are they even still alive?"

HOSPITAL

In her room, Susana sat up, worked her jaw, and got out of bed. She was wearing a white T-shirt, hospital pants and nothing else.

She went into the hallway. "Sam? Dad? John? Dean? Anybody?" She went down the stairs to the front of the hospital and found a nurse's station. "Excuse me. Hi. I, uh, I think I was in a car accident, my dad, my friends' dad, and my friends, I just need to find them." The nurse was unresponsive. "Hello?" She snapped her fingers before going upstairs, panicked, and found herself intubated on his bed, dying.

Pedro ran to his daughter's room and sat next to her, refusing to leave her side. He informed his wife of the situation.

Sam and Dean entered Susana's room. They stopped at the door and stared at their friend's body, breathing heavily. Dean moved closer to her and stroked her cheek tenderly.

"Sammy! Dean!" Susana exclaimed. "You look good. Considering."

"Oh, no," Sam said.

"Man, tell me you two can hear me."

"How's your dad? Is he okay? Come on, you're the psychic. Give me some ghost whispering or something!"

The doctor entered. "Your father's awake. You can go see him if you like."

"Thank God," Susana mumbled.

"Doc, what about my friend?" Sam asked.

"Well, she sustained serious injury; blood loss, contusions to her liver and kidney," the doctor informed. "But it's the head trauma I'm worried about. There's early signs of cerebral edema."

"Well, what can we do?" Dean asked in a desperate tone.

"Well, we won't know her full condition until she wakes up. If she wakes up."

"If?"

"I have to be honest-"

"Oh, screw you, doc, I'm waking up," Susana said.

The doctor continued. "Most people with this degree of injury wouldn't have survived this long. She's fighting very hard. But you need to have realistic expectations."